Now it’s home only to my mother.”“But that means...” He looked frightened now.“Take my hand. Feel my warmth. Yes, I may still have fangs and... the occasional need for a drink of blood, but ... the only blood I will ever drink again is that of my true love. She is a wonder, our Queen. As for my mother, I’m sure she would like to have guests for dinner.” She giggled when Thorald jumped at her comment. “Oh, wait, that came out sounding wrong.”Even in pain, I still managed a laugh. “Okay, you’re. She then undid my jeans and pulled my cock out and continued stroking it. Then she asked if she could give me a blowjob....hell..I did'nt even know what that was..!! She said that she had seen her mother do it to her dad one night as she watched them through their cracked bedroom door. She said that judging by her dads reaction that it must feel really good. And....she was right..!! There was my peice of heaven, sucking up and down on my stiff cock. I blew a huge load into her mouth after only. "Wow!" was all Tiffany could say, when the kiss broke. They continued embracing as their tits rubbed together gently.Lisa kissed her daughter again, and then whispered, "Honey, that was one of the best orgasms I've ever had! Better even than with your Father!" Really?" Tiffany replied, beaming with pride!"Really! It's always great with your father, but with you, it was... indescribable! I think it was the thought that my very own daughter was buggering me. Oh how depraved!!" Lisa said,. On the "Romantic Period" of the Erotic Renaissance. Bad enough we've all forgotten how to write a real letter and now rely on email shorthand, short-stroking the English language to get half-witted, ill-considered, stillborn thoughts onto our blogs so that other idiots can respond before they think about it too much.Am I being too hard on blogs? U2 is communicating to me personally via Twitter, Bono asking me why the hell I'm not in Bulgaria protesting illegal logging. Paris Hilton invited me.